Chapter 717 Charged Atmosphere

• Years of ruthless training had burned away every ounce of softness, leaving muscle that flexed like coiled wire and promised explosive speed.
• Somehow, Annabeth's lower half now wore black trousers strikingly similar to a combat outfit, cinched by a single belt looped once around her narrow waist. It accentuated her well-shaped figure, sparking an almost primal urge to rip the leather free.
• Sebastian felt every disciplined cell in his body riot at once; self-control, so proud and polished, shattered in a heartbeat.